Spring
I'm the kind of person that will whine and moan and complain about the heat of summer and how arduous it is to have to endure such a horrible, terrible thing. I will anxiously await the glory that is Winter, with the hot drinks, warm blankets, open fires and cozy scarves and jackets.
And then 2 months into Winter, I will of course start lamenting about how many "stupid freaking layers I have to wear, I'm too lazy to put this much thought into clothing every single day!"
I know, it doesn't make any sense whatsoever.
That being said, I think Spring has to be my favourite season. Even if you haven't actually been sleeping all through Winter, it's like your brain comes out of hibernation. I caught a whiff (see what I mean? It took me far too long to remember that there's a 'h' in that word) of Spring last night as I was heading home. I walked outside and BAM! I could smell it. The freshness that comes with Spring. It's like that new car smell, only it's new season smell!
I'm the kind of person that believes in experiencing and reveling in every single little amazing detail of life. There's been many points where I thought life wasn't really worth living, and I'm so thankful that I never acted on those feelings, so I kind of made a deal with myself that I would try my very best to acknowledge how amazing even the little things in life are, so that if/when life has those down points, I can still find small things to be happy about.
I'm the kind of person who runs home on a freezing cold night, turns the heater on and opens a window so I can smell Spring but manage to not freeze at the same time. I'm the kind of person that goes to a record and DVD shop on an almost-Spring day and feels like talking to every single person in the store about the music they're purchasing simply because life is amazing and music is amazing and people are amazing.
Spring somehow freshly inspires me when I wasn't even aware that I needed inspiring. Winter had come in and subtly stolen the inspiration out of my soul like one might siphon the petrol out of a car. And as with a car, I had no idea it'd happened until I was driving along and all of a sudden hit empty and was no longer moving.
Spring re-awakens my love for poetry and small stores with old smells and torn pages. It re-awakens my appreciation of lane ways and old cars and not-quite-perfect things, and makes me really glad I named my car Boris, of all things.
I really like life. Life is pretty great.
And then 2 months into Winter, I will of course start lamenting about how many "stupid freaking layers I have to wear, I'm too lazy to put this much thought into clothing every single day!"
I know, it doesn't make any sense whatsoever.
That being said, I think Spring has to be my favourite season. Even if you haven't actually been sleeping all through Winter, it's like your brain comes out of hibernation. I caught a whiff (see what I mean? It took me far too long to remember that there's a 'h' in that word) of Spring last night as I was heading home. I walked outside and BAM! I could smell it. The freshness that comes with Spring. It's like that new car smell, only it's new season smell!
I'm the kind of person that believes in experiencing and reveling in every single little amazing detail of life. There's been many points where I thought life wasn't really worth living, and I'm so thankful that I never acted on those feelings, so I kind of made a deal with myself that I would try my very best to acknowledge how amazing even the little things in life are, so that if/when life has those down points, I can still find small things to be happy about.
I'm the kind of person who runs home on a freezing cold night, turns the heater on and opens a window so I can smell Spring but manage to not freeze at the same time. I'm the kind of person that goes to a record and DVD shop on an almost-Spring day and feels like talking to every single person in the store about the music they're purchasing simply because life is amazing and music is amazing and people are amazing.
Spring somehow freshly inspires me when I wasn't even aware that I needed inspiring. Winter had come in and subtly stolen the inspiration out of my soul like one might siphon the petrol out of a car. And as with a car, I had no idea it'd happened until I was driving along and all of a sudden hit empty and was no longer moving.
Spring re-awakens my love for poetry and small stores with old smells and torn pages. It re-awakens my appreciation of lane ways and old cars and not-quite-perfect things, and makes me really glad I named my car Boris, of all things.
I really like life. Life is pretty great.
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